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Post by Miss Jack on Jan 14, 2009 19:51:48 GMT -5
"No suggestions," he said, tipping up a palm as if to rid himself of the responsibility of answering such a question. He watched as emotion, and then a sort of revelation, played over her face. He cocked his head-- debating on whether to dip his toes into what was clearly a deep pool. "Something you'd like to tell me, Iseabail?"
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Post by Maestro on Jan 14, 2009 20:36:05 GMT -5
Iseabail laughed very slightly, grimly amused that she hadn't figured all of this out much sooner. "I play the female romantic lead so much, ye ken, that I was at a vulnerable point. I guess the reason that it's so hard now is because I wanted companionship so badly." And friendship wasn't the same, not at all. Otherwise, she would have been perfectly content before she'd discovered her feelings for Armand.
"I fell in love with Armand long before I actually realized it," she added, almost hating herself for it, anymore. "All I wanted was for him to be happy, but I canna even be sure about tha, anymore." But then her expression changed from one of sorrow to one of anger, "I didna deserve the type of treatment he gave me!" It was then she decided that she wanted something, an explanation of some kind. But that was all in the future; she'd have to plan it out in advance.
But this wasn't helping anything. Looking around for something to distract her, her gaze fell (naturally) upon Iker. And then she noticed how gaunt he was. "Are ye all right, Iker?" She stopped there, not wanting to sound rude.
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Post by Miss Jack on Jan 14, 2009 20:46:35 GMT -5
Iker only just curbed his snarl of disgust. Blah, blah. Sorry for your loss, sweetheart, but maybe you shouldn't have fallen for Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome in the first place. It wasn't fair to take his bitterness out on Iseabail though. Not that he cared for sparing anyone else's feelings, but he was making an extra point not to drive Iseabail away... and he'd done well so far.
His eyes flicked sharply to her at her unexpected question. What an odd question to be paired with his name. "Perfectly fine," he said smoothly. "Though I have to question the suddenness of such an inquiry."
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Post by Maestro on Jan 14, 2009 21:21:28 GMT -5
She knew, now, that she should never have let herself be so vulnerable, but there was something about playing opposite another person so many times, no matter what roles you had, that wore down any natural defences that might have been in place. Quite frankly, she was a little disgusted with herself, wallowing in self-pity like she had been; it showed clearly on her face. Well, no more. She would rise above this, no matter what it took.
"Aye, weel, ye dinna look "perfectly fine"," she commented, putting a hand on her hip. "I would say that ye look a fair bit more gaunt than the last time I saw ye." She was still trying to be as polite as vampirically possible, Lord knows why. Iseabail wouldn't even have been able to explain that part of this conversation, herself. Either way, he looked like he needed a few square meals.
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Post by Miss Jack on Jan 14, 2009 21:29:40 GMT -5
"Ah."
For a moment, proper response failed him. It sounded very suspiciously as if she cared whether or not he looked perhaps a bit thinner than the last time they'd conversed.
Which he of course knew to be absolutely ridiculous, which in turn made her motives all the more questionable.
"There's a famine going on, Miss MacDonald," he said, colder than he intended, "Perhaps you've noticed."
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Post by Maestro on Jan 23, 2009 2:32:15 GMT -5
"Och, I've noticed," she muttered, a bit darkly. It was for partly that reason that she was having this concert. At the same time, though, she was going to sing out any lingering feelings she might have for Armand and move on. It was high time for that.
Turning her attention back to Iker, she cocked her head at him. "The famine affects ye as weel, then? I would have thought ye would have been one of the first to be able to break past the barrier," she commented, tone carefully neutral. This visit was definitely interesting. "Or is that why ye came to see me?" she asked. It was a well known fact that Iseabail was helping as much as she could during this famine, what with these concerts and her other efforts.
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Post by Miss Jack on Jan 26, 2009 23:18:44 GMT -5
Something that would have been a smile on anyone else's face curved his lips. "I don't lack the power," he stated mildly, "I lack a body created of human subconscious."
It was a rather unfortunate obstacle he'd stumbled across, and been entirely surprised by it. He needed Iseabail to get to Armand... because he needed his body back.
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Post by Maestro on Jan 30, 2009 3:08:41 GMT -5
"Ah," she said, instantly understanding. "Ye want me to help ye get your body back." She paced across the room, buying herself some thinking time. While she could help him, she wasn't sure if she should. And yet, what had Armand done for her? He had told her he loved her only to subsequently abandon her. He had raised her hopes and then left her to Iker. And here she was, talking with him, as though nothing had happened. Well, that wasn't quite true; they were both well aware of their past history.
Somehow, though, Iseabail was looking beyond that. Perhaps it was the famine or perhaps it was the simple, innate longing for someone to talk to. Either way, she was willing to help. "I'll help ye," she murmured finally.
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Post by Miss Jack on Jan 31, 2009 0:06:40 GMT -5
One eyebrow shot up, and his eyes widened by a fraction of an inch. This was an unexpected development, not only to have her know of his true intent, but for her to willingly agree to help him after knowing.
His lips curled into a wicked smile. "A wise choice, my dear."
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Post by Maestro on Feb 1, 2009 0:55:14 GMT -5
"Aye, weel, I ken what ye can do," she murmured, remembering. And yet, it didn't bother her nearly as much, now. Perhaps it was because if he hadn't, she would still be fighting for Armand. In reality, she knew she was better off without him, but she had to get her heart to accept that fact.
"Besides, maybe I want something from ye as well," she commented, "absentmindedly." Of course, she knew exactly what she meant. Her thoughts were racing, though; what would he make of that?
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 4, 2009 21:08:59 GMT -5
His eyes narrowed. Perhaps she wasn't as gullible as she seemed.
A shame.
Rising to his feet, he approached her. Unlike most people, the more... suspicious or uncomfortable he became with something, the close he had to be. "And what, exactly, would you be... needing, from me?"
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Post by Maestro on Feb 5, 2009 0:13:48 GMT -5
Oh, Iker, if you only knew the scheming she'd had to go through when she "lived" with the Bonnie Prince...you'd think very differently about Miss MacDonald.
She just watched as he approached her, keeping her gaze steady. Unlike many people would have done, Iseabail did not back away; she stood her ground, letting Iker get as close as he wanted to.
"I dinna really ken, yet," she said in response to his question. "A favor or two, perhaps." If it was a large thing, she would only think of asking for one, but if it was something small, well, she was doing a big thing for him; she deserved something of equal value in return.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 6, 2009 20:32:32 GMT -5
Again, his eyes narrowed as he thought for a moment. "A favor or two," he repeated in a low murmur. Finally, he smiled, though there was no warmth to the expression. "Very well. I agree."
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Post by Maestro on Feb 10, 2009 21:49:38 GMT -5
"All right, then; to business," Iseabail said, sitting down, all work now. "Do ye have any proposals on how we are going to do this?" This was serious business and couldn't just be attacked without a plan; some things were going to have to be very precise. But before that could happen, they needed to be prepared.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 11, 2009 23:04:59 GMT -5
"It isn't brain surgery, sweetheart," he purred, leaning over her shoulder, as if her lap contained an elaborate floor plan to their conversation. "Don't be in such a hurry to overcomplicate things. You bring me the fear I need, and I promise to uphold my end of the deal.... whatever that may be."
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